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That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine:
While counterfeit supposers bleer'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.

Vin. Where is that damn'd Villain Tranio,
That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my estate with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town:
And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss ;
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to ;
Then pardon him, fweet Father, for my fake. -

Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain.

Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, ihy Father will not frown.

[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.

Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midst of the street ?.
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but asharn’d to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again : come, firrah,

let's away.

Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee, love, stay.


· Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate ; Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt.

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Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio's

servants bringing in a banquet. Luc.

T last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree ;

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine ;
Brother Petruchio, Sister Catharine,
And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow;
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good cheer: pray you, sit down ;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were

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Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenho fears his Widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my

sense : I mean, Hortenho is a feard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns

round.: Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean


that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him.


tell me,


Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good

Gath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns

pray you,


you meant by that.
Wid. Your Husband, being troubled with a Shrew,
Measures Husband's forrow by his.woe.
And now you know my meaning.

Cath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate.
Hor. To her, Widow.
Pet. A hundred marks, my. Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an Officer ; ha’ to thee, lad.

[Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an halty-witted body
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll sleep

Pet. Nay, that thou fialt not, fince you have begun:
Have at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my

And then pursue me, as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio slip'd me like his grey-hound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift Simile, but something currish.


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Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself : 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you there?

Pet. He has a little gallid me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchio, I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Let's each one send unto his Wife, and he
Whose Wife is most obedient to come first,
When he doth fend for her, shall win the wager.

Hor. Content; what wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pct. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my

Luc. A hundred then.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match, 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin?

Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your
mistress come to me.

[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.
How now, what news?
Bion, Sir

Mistress sends


word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How?. The's busy and cannot come, is that an

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, Sir, your wise send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope better.


Bion. I go.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her!


then she needs must


Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you


you can,

Enter Biondello.
Yours will not be intreated : now, where's my wife ?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;
She will not come: The bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come!
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd.:
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your Mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me. [Exit Gru.

Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What ?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.


Enter Catharina.

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comes rine ! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, and Hortenfo's Wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet, Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

(Exit Catharina. : Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is: I wonder, what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
And awful'rule, and right fupremacy :
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!


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